Hate
I hate the person I have truely become
standing out in the cold till my fingers turn numb
and as I look upon my fingers and see them turning blue
I start to hate the person that I had once knew

that person so very happy
once filled this black hard heart
and when I start to remember
my life retrys to start

even as I sit here trying
to write this very poem
I start to hate the fact
that I truely have no home

ask me to write more poems and I will!

testing connection

[Me

my life is like a big black viod
that sucks up everything
and people say im just to deaf
to hear the liberty bell ring
"thats not right" I say to them
cause I choose not hear
just as i choose to let go
of everything I hold dear

life is nothing more to me
than a body of swirling pain
nothing can awaken me
not even the purest rain
and I choose to live this way
because I do not want to see
the form of pain,death, and darkness
that is truely me

who is she
who is she that I see inside
when I give up on myself
that gives me this one look
that I know she gives no one else

this horrible mixture of evil and sorrow
that rushes upon me
like the coldest hardest rain
till I can barely see

and when I look upon her
Iknow that it is true
why this evil person
can be none else but you

and this is the redo

who is she
who is she that I see inside
when I give up on myself
that gives me this one look
that I know she gives no one else

this horrible mixture of evil and sorrow
that rushes upon me
like the coldest hardest rain
till I can barely see

and when I look upon her
I know that I see
why this evil person
can be no one else but me

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